Cassandra "Deuce" Misère Finished! D13

Cassandra "Deuce" Misere
Seventeen years of age
Female
The thirteenth district of Panem
odair
Fc is Mary Elizabeth Winstead
Theme: She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5

So.. Hi. I'm Cassandra, but everyone calls me Cassie. Or Deuce. It's not up to me anyway. People call me what they want to, whether that be Deuce or “Out of my way scum” is totally up to them. Anyway, I'm around seventeen years old and live in the dank hole known as district thirteen. Well, It's not really a dank hole but that's how the cool people refer to it sometimes, so it must have some merit. But, you came here to learn about me right? I guess I'll start with how I look. Horrid. You can't hear me but I'm groaning in dismay right now. Why in Panem would you want to watch me describe myself? My boss can do that much better than I can. No? You're still here? Whatever. This should be like watching a train derail in slow motion. Deep breath Cassie. Deep breath.


So let's start with my hair shall we? I like to change my hair color often. And by that I mean I change it whenever my boss decides she doesn't like it. Have to keep her happy you know? Otherwise she might start thinking I'm more useless than I am. She might have me executed. Not that I've seen any of her death threats actually carried out. She assures me they are and I'm in no position to disbelieve her. It usually proves hazardous to ones health to get on her bad side. I'm sorry, we were talking about my hair right? Sorry, Sorry. It's magenta right now. I've always like this color. Unless She doesn't like it. Then I don't like it either. I keep it at about shoulder length. Any longer would be disgraceful. At least, I think it would be. She doesn't like her female underlings to have longer hair than her. I find her hair nice. Her skin too. I don't know how she manages to keep it so flawless. Unlike my sorry excuse for a hide.

I try to keep good care of my skin, but I'm just so pale. Like paper white pale. I don;t know how she gets such a lustrous glow to her skin. I can never manage that. She probably wouldn't approve anyway. What's that? I'm talking about someone else again? I'm sorry, I get distracted easily. As I was saying, I don't care much for my skin. It turns a deplorable shade of red whenever I’m sent outside. Not that I'm complaining about when I get sent outside. I'm glad for any chance to serve in any capability or service or position. I just wish she needed me for more personal services than delivering packages.
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Ignore that last bit please. I tend to put my foot in my mouth a lot. Oh right, my mouth. I guess you want details about my face now. Well I keep I eyebrows thinned of course. Can't them be walking around looking like I have caterpillars glued to my face. I have brown eyes. Which unfortunately are the color of dirt. There's an old saying that says something about blue eyed girls getting all the romance. I'm convinced of that being true, because the only guy that seems to show any interest in me is that horrid Will. But he tries to grope every girl that he sees, so I'm not sure there's even any real interest. I don't really have anything to say about my nose. It's there. As for my mouth, it's pert, pink and according to some people rambles on for far too long. I'm going to talk about my body now okay?

Last time I checked, I was around five feet, nine inches tall. It's a nice height. Not to tall for someone to sweep me off my feet, and not to short to be stepped on. I don't really work out, but I don't really have to. My job keeps me on my feet and constantly moving, so I don't have much time for gaining weight. Though she says I eat too much cake. It's not like I'm anywhere near will's size though. He's just gross. Oh, I almost forgot, I have a little red heart shaped tattoo on the back of my neck. She made me get it. Not sure if she just thought I would look good with it, or if it was put there so that people would know I belong to her. I mean work for her. Yeah.


I guess this is the part where I explain my personality. Quirks and all. You sure you want to hear this?

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Well, if you haven't noticed yet I'm easily distracted. Fairly certain I have OCD or something. I like numbers for one thing. I have to count small things like my steps or how many strips of tape are on the package I’m delivering. I wonder what's in the boxes occasionally. I'm never allowed to look inside. This one time I swear whatever I was delivering was alive, because the box was making noises. I don't think my boss is mixed up in anything illegal. She would have told me if that was the case. I know she trusts me. I just don't know if I trust the job. I've never liked it you know.

Then there's the problem with relationships. I've never had one. Most of the people in the circles I travel in look down on me. I'm not worth their time or effort. I'm pretty sure that I’m at the bottom of the totem pole. Well, I might be above certain food-stealing lard butts. Probably not by much though. It's just the hand that I've been dealt in life. Everyone knows that my boss is at the top though. You don't cross her. I've told people that on many occasions. Usually right after warning them about She who must not be named. Who's that you ask? It's my boss's rival. Have I mentioned that it's part of my job description to spread vicious rumors about the people my boss doesn't like. I'm not going to mention her rivals name in case she's listening to me rant on and on about myself. I wouldn't doubt it. She has eyes and ears everywhere. I have to admit, I don't trust any of my co-workers as far as I can throw them. Which is really not that far if you think about it. Especially in the case of Will.

She's the only person that's ever seemed to care for me. When she's not insulting me that is. I'm sure the insults are all in good humor. Even if they hurt sometimes, I refuse to believe that she doesn't what the best for me. She's taken better care of me than my family ever did. Which I suppose isn't really saying all that much. I'm generally shy unless someone talks to me first. I tend to be on the defensive side about more personal things; which usually involves me running away from the situation. Literally.

But now it looks like, you have been intrigued by all the little hints I kept dropping about the people in my life, which means you want to know about my history. How did I ever let you talk me into revealing these sorts of things?

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I'll start off with my family. I'm the second youngest of nine children. That's what I call myself anyway. I used to run with a pack of eight kids. You see, my parents died when I was quite young. They were both scientists and one day an experiment quite literally blew up in their faces. I don't remember much else about them. My friends took me in when I was five, and I spent the next few years shuffling from house to house. That was years ago though. None of them really talk to me anymore. A few of them are in jail. Two of them passed away. I still remember all of their names though. Ted was in charge, the big kahuna. Everyone looked up to him. His girlfriend Nina and her sister Octavia came next in the leadership chain. Candy was the attractive one. Johnny Sixes was always trying to get in her pants. Pedro was the quiet one, preferring to stuff his face with food. Kind of like a friendly version of will. The younger kids included Fortissimo, Trey and myself. And of course the boy I considered my little brother, Ace. He was a real wild card. I miss them.


But anyway, enough about my past. My adventures with them were a long time ago, and aren't really worth mentioning. After I lost contact with all of them, I found myself in the unsavory position of needing a job. I saw an ad for a courier of sorts. That was when I met her. Her and all the characters in her circles. A far cry from the innocent days of the kids I ran with. I wouldn’t call her and her friends a gang or a court or anything like that. Even though I’m tempted to call her your majesty every now and then. It's not like I worship the ground she walks on. And it's definitely not as if I consider myself to be worthless next to her magnificence. That glamorous, beautiful, sexpot that she is... and I’m getting distracted again, I haven't told about my co-workers! I call them that, though they don't ever seem to do as much work as I do. I guess I'll start with “HIM.” Oh, did you note the disdain in my voice? HE is a two-faced fiend. Did you know that whenever she is not paying attention,he undoes the work ethic she has instilled in other people? I don't approve of what he does. He talks to me on occasion. Usually to apologize for her supposed brutality for me. I just smile and thank him, before sticking my tongue out when he turns around. I appreciate her correction. Not that he would understand. I bet he sparkles in the sun when no one is looking.

His cousin is kind of cute though. I call him the knave in my head. Knave is always getting blamed for things that other people do. I haven't tried talking to him because I doubt he'd even notice. Anyway, if I hang around him to long, I usually run into Acerbus, the self-described and prescribed teacher that walks around smelling of burnt wood and blowing his awful smoke into faces. He's done that to me every now and then. I don't like him very much. Yet he's much easier to be around than her bodyguard. That guy never knows when to shut up. You might think it's weird that I don't seem to be mentioning most of these peoples names, but I'm not paid to remember them. Deal with it. Actually, come to think of it, I can't recall the last time that I was paid for anything. I'll have to ask her about that. Anyway, as you can tell, I watch everyone I come into contact with. They never notice me. Except when I screw up.

It's for that reason that I don't get along with Claustrum. That prissy missy seems to think she's better than anyone else because shes creative. Her attire is always more colorful than my hair. I'm sure she's copying me. I'll admit that she's more fun to be around than dumb and dumber. That's how I refer to Will and his equally overweight friend. Dumber is harmless though. All he does is talk to himself. Will on the other hand... I'm scared he might try to kidnap me and have his way with me. Just thinking about his greasy sideburns makes me shudder almost as much as when someone mentions She who must not be named in her presence. Not to mention the mans unhealthy love for oysters. Yuck. In other news,I've often thought that there might be a spy somewhere. I'm always seeing someone walk around aimlessly through the halls. They are always too far away for me tell if they are male or female,though in the long run I suppose it doesn't matter much.


I've never been good with fun. Have I mentioned that? Even when I was messing around with Ace and Trey, I was never able to make anyone laugh. I’d been jokingly called a wet blanket in those days. But I think they were right. I've always been kind of a downer. Not like Jace and Malakai and their friend with the hat obsession. They know how to be the life of the party. I tend to be the death of social functions. The one time my friends threw a surprise party for me they forgot to have anyone bring me to the place. When I cooked dinner, everyone got food poisoning. I'm just lucky she never asks me to make meals. I just do everything else for her, but not what I’d like to do to her. Uh, I mean for her...

Never mind about that,I'm changing the subject now before I blush any deeper! I would be remiss to neglect talking about Jace's sister Devyn. She's so stuck up. I don't think she'd ever give anyone the time of day, regardless of the fact that is all she seems to care about. Do this, do that, go back to work, stop making eyes at her magnificence, blah blah blah. I think she needs a vacation. Oh, I almost forgot about blondie. She's not all there in my opinion, carrying a stuffed animal around and talking to it. Blondie is genuinely nice though. Hmm. I feel like I'm forgetting someone. Someone with a dark foreboding presence that likes to play tricks on people. Nope, can't think of it. It's probably nothing. Well, my apologies if you wanted to know more about me, but this is my life. I don't really do anything. I like to live vicariously through the people around me. All I've done for the past couple of years is whatever the above people have told me to do. Mostly her. What more do you want to know?